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This is the part that got cut off, for all of you who were following this
story.  Sorry for the wait.....

I was so lost in the intoxicating sensation that he was experiencing that I
didn't realize that one of my hands had reached up to Heath's balls, and
was fondling them.   

Shortly, I felt the cock in his mouth grow harder still.  Then I tasted warm
salty liquid spurting into the back of my mouth.  I swallowed and
swallowed until it was all gone.  It was Heath who had to disengege me
from trying to suck out more cum from his dwindling penis.

I licked the stray droplets of his cum from my lips.  It didn't taste as bad
as I thought it would.  In fact it even tasted . . . delicious?  Then I looked
up to him, from my submissive position to inquire, "Do you believe me
now?"

"Yes," assured Heath.  "I believe you, but I already knew.  Something was 
weird today."

"W-what? H-how?" I stammered wide eyed.

"The way you fucked me in the bedroom.  Paige is never that passionate. 
She usually just lays there, like a dead body."

"T-then the blow job . . . "

"Just to make sure.  Paige never gives me head.  She thinks it's too
disgusting.  It was a trick question!"

I felt like calling him a "bastard" for using me this way.  I felt like getting
up and punching him, but I knew that I wasn't his physical equal.  Now
that he knew that I was really a man in his wife's body, he was just as
likely to hit me.  I had to repress my outrage at what had just happened
to make a plea for his assistance.

"T-then you'll help me then.  You'll help me find my own body, and put
things right."

"No.  I like things just the way they are now.  You are a much better lover
than Paige ever was.  It's like your soul was meant to be in her body.  I
don't want to give that up."

Now I did rise up and try to pummel him with my small fists.  They just
bounced harmlessly off of his broad chest.  He plucked my hands away
from his chest with his much larger hands, like I was little more than a
nuisance.

Then Heath asked me the most important question of my life.  "Do you
even want to find her?  You enjoyed it just as much as I did.  I could tell.
Search your heart and ask if you really want to give up forever the
pleasure that you just experienced.  You would never be able to feel that
joy ever again . . . "
 
(Epilogue)
By Raven

Exactly 6 months, and 2 days later...........

Paige disembarked from the merchant marine vessel, "Abraham Lincoln."
It had been an eventful voyage to some of the Scandinavian countries, that
afforded her the opportunity to test, then perfect, the techniques of her
new
male equipment.  Each encounter only served to confirm her initial
impression after the switch.  She didn't ever want to go back to being a
woman again.

She enjoyed the power, the respect, and strength of being a man.  Now
that she had Steve's body, she seemed to even learn and think faster.  It
didn't take much time at all to figure out and master the engines of the 
"Abraham Lincoln."

She did feel guilty about stealing Steve's body at first.  However, that
night, when he didn't come back out from the apartment, she knew he 
had ended up in bed with Heath. Paige was confident that Steve had
taken to his new status, just as she had done with hers.  That initial guilt
faded quickly.

Paige was really quite shocked when she saw her former body, and Heath
locked in an embrace, and kiss at the bottom of the ramp.  They were
both unaware of Paige's approach, as it was obvious they were lost in
each other.

Paige alerted them to her presence when she got to the bottom of the
ramp, by saying sheepishly, "Uh . . . hi guys!"

When they disentangled, and turned to face Paige, in Steve's body, she
got the second biggest shock of her life (the first would, of course, be
getting Steve's body). The breasts of her former body were three times
the size than when she last saw them.  Steve had gotten them surgically
enhanced!

"Oh my God," exclaimed Paige, in her masculine voice before either Steve
or Heath could say anything.

**********

I looked down at myself, and thought, It's the boobs.  I should have
known that she wasn't ready for that.

"Hello Paige,"greeted Heath.

Paige's stare was directed away from my chest to Heath's face. 
However, before addressing him she looked back once more at my
boobs.  That stare, as it always did from a man these days, made me 
swell with feminine pride.

Heath had been right, naturally.  He was always right.  I did want to stay
as a woman.  The pleasure of making love to a man as a girl was too much
for me to give up.  Once the decision was made, and I relaxed, the rest
had been easy.

I never had to make decisions again, which was okay because it was
usually beyond my ability to understand.  I let all the thinking up to Heath,
and he took care of me.

I just concentrated all of my thoughts on one thing . . . men, and turning
them on.  It was the only thing that I was very good at, which was okay
by Heath.  I made much better money as a stripper than I ever did
working at Hooters.

Then again I couldn't be too sore about Hooter's.  It did get me my start

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